Birthday:November 11th 1989Coloration:Tabby and WhiteLikes:Getting what she wants, when she wants itPet-Peeves:Not getting what she wants, when she wants itFavorite Toy:string being waved in her faceFavorite Nap Spot:Parent's bedFavorite Food:Butter, but she isn't allowed to eat it and must steal it when we're busySkills:Butter stealing, patheticness, expanding adorable eyes, hunting, and glaringDwells:
indoors and outdoors Arrival Story:Mom was at the pound to adopt a cat, and Magdalene was tiny (probably too tiny to be away from her mother, but her mother wasn't there) and meowed and mom couldn't bear to leave her there. Dad could hold her in one hand, but now she needs an arm or two, although she's still pretty little. Weight's an approximation, she feels feather light but she's a nice size.Bio:She vanished last year, she was 17. The quote in her pet motto is from a Tamora Pierce book, the cat goddess says it to Daine.Forums Motto:Don't just stand there, pet me!The Last Forum I Posted In:Whistleblower Exposes Culture of Cruelty at UC at Denver

The Records of a Queen

I reign victorious over the household as a spoiled queen cat should. That's right: My humans have found me good food. I have no clue what it's called, but it's all tuna flavored... I'm gaining weight, which is very good as I am just too skinny right now, in my opinion.

This will be continued for a while, various stories of my past and how I became the incredible cat I am today.

I began, of course, as a kitten, small, tiny, and stuck in a cage. There were many other kittens also stuck in cages surrounding me, and other animals nearby. Every so often an animal would disappear, some with owners and some to heaven. It was a sad and scary place, but soon I was rescued.

The mom brought me home, which was somewhat of a surprise to the dad, who had not expected the cat that they had discussed getting to arrive this soon. Neverless, I was a very happy tiny thing. There were several rooms in my first real home, and one was outside- a sort of balcony.

Then we moved, which at first annoyed me. Then I saw where we had moved to- a little house in the middle of a huge field.

I could roam around, hunting mice and being a queen. I was getting bigger, now, and spent time being petted indoors and roaming outdoors. There were no cat eating predators around here, and I could roam to my heart's content, being almost a farm cat.

Cats just don't get to do that much in the city. And some have to come inside every night even in the country due to coyotes.